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About Taipei

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Taipei, Taiwan

Then, I got a text from my buddy, Mike. He was at Raohe Night Market, and I was like, “Dude, I’m on my way!” I hopped on the MRT, and let me tell you, the subway in Taipei is a whole vibe. It’s clean, efficient, and everyone’s just minding their own business. No one’s staring at their phones like zombies.

Four found dead of suspected carbon monoxide poisoning